Pulg |
Right, Vid, let's see what you're made of.
{Takes off jacket, assumes pugilistic (pulgilistic?) stance. Telephone rings}
Excuse me a second.
"Ahoy ahoy? Oh, hello, GoatToucher.
Yes, that's right.
No. No, that is NOT what 'pokeballs' means.
I don't care if you do have video evidence to the contrary. However, I believe that the FBI are interested in having a little word with you on that same subject...
Yes, you too, and the goat you came in on."
So sorry. Now, let battle commence!
Count Reiner Heydrich |
*Looks baffled at Pulg while he battles Vidmaster7.*
And you didn't delete his number/block him from contacting you why?
*Phone rings, answers it.*
"Hello? Ah, GoatToucher, how are you?"
"I'm sorry, what about the FBI? They want to talk to you?"
"You're going to be away for a while and need me to look after your workroom? OK, I can do that."
"You're quite welcome, take care now, goodbye!"
*Hangs up the phone, sees everyone's shocked faces.*
What? I don't have a problem with GoatToucher. Besides, he gave me a lifetime membership to all of his yoga classes.
I'm Hiding In Your Closet |
*ClosetPhone rings, answers it.*
"Hello? Why, GoatToucher, how ever did you get this number?"
"Huh! I didn't know you could pray for those! But wait, weren't you defrocked...?"
"Ohhhh, that's what you mean...HA. Pact Magic. You sly dog."
"Frankly, I was wondering what took them this long. Listen closely, here's what you do: You take them, and Scotland Yard, and either the Bundespolizei or Carabinieri (but not both), and the MSS, and Grupo Alacrán and Detachment 88 if you can (neither is better than one in their case), and Shin Bet in any case just for good measure, and you set them all against each other!"
"Yes, believe me, they all have Closets...."
"What?"
*retracts phone from side of head, looks at it for a moment*
"Why, as a matter of fact, it IS a banana!"
"If you want to go figure that one out, I'm not stopping you."
*puts banana back on hook*
*Hangs up the phone, sees everyone's shocked faces.*
Pulg |
*Looks baffled at Pulg while he battles Vidmaster7.*
And you didn't delete his number/block him from contacting you why?
{Sounds of Deadley Combat}
SPLABLATT!
BRAAANG!
FIDDLYDUMPH!
WOOOF!
SPOOOO!
In answer to your question, have you any idea how difficult it is otherwise to find rubberwear in my size?
GoatToucher |
*Wonders about how anyone could survive the closet, then thinks about Sissyl's closet and what horrors truly lay within, only to shudder at the thought.*
When I came out of the closet, it was Sissyl's closet. Take that for what it's worth.
It was quite nice in there.
As for the phone calls, I have had some adventures! Come see what I have collected!
:Takes out two sacks bearing the emblem of what appears to be a grocery store, but the name is written in an alphabet you don't recognize, and looking at it too long gives you a nosebleed. He sets the sacks on a table, one with a metallic clatter, the other with a wet thump:
:dumps out the first back, spilling out several dozen FBI badges:
That was a fun afternoon!
:glances at the other bag, then looks at you conspiratorially:
Scrotums. Well, scrota if you want to be technical.
:glances about at a number of seemingly aghast observers:
Don't worry. I didn't kill anyone.
:lets that sink in a moment:
:reaches into a pocket, producing a Pokeball:
:flings the ball at VidMaster's feet:
Bulette! I choose you!
:there is an explosion of flesh and bone as the body of a two ton beast is released from a four inch diameter ball. The pressure was considerable, and those within a ten foot radius are covered with gore and peppered with bone shards:
He did -not- want to get into the ball, let me tell you.
Grandpa Wonderbra |
Grandpa Wonderbra wrote:
* opens IHIYC's closet door and offers him a glass of fine wine *
*stretches arm out to ridiculous length, takes wine glass from behind Grandpa Wonderbra*
Over here, pal; I'm Hiding In YOUR Closet, not mine!
* removes glasses *
Oh dear, these are filthy.
* cleans glasses and puts them back on *
Why so you are. My mistake.
Then who is that hiding in your closet?
I'm Hiding In Your Closet |
:Takes out two sacks bearing the emblem of what appears to be a grocery store, but the name is written in an alphabet you don't recognize, and looking at it too long gives you a nosebleed:
"Trader Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndropwllllantysiliogogogoch's"? I don't know, am I the only one who's bored with that place?
Pulg |
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As for the phone calls, I have had some adventures! Come see what I have collected!
:Takes out two sacks bearing the emblem of what appears to be a grocery store, but the name is written in an alphabet you don't recognize, and looking at it too long gives you a nosebleed. He sets the sacks on a table, one with a metallic clatter, the other with a wet thump:
:dumps out the first back, spilling out several dozen FBI badges:
That was a fun afternoon!
:glances at the other bag, then looks at you conspiratorially:
Scrotums. Well, scrota if you want to be technical.
:glances about at a number of seemingly aghast observers:
Don't worry. I didn't kill anyone.
.
THWOP!
WUBWUBWUB!
SKROINGGG!
AKH!
I don't know which surprises me more, that FBI agents have metal b@$*~$&s, or that their badges are wet and squishy. Still, every day's a school day on GoatToucher Island.
Oi, Vid, no biting or gouging.
Count Reiner Heydrich |
Thank you for the wine, Grandpa Wonderbra, it tastes most exquisite.
*Enjoys a good, hearty sip.*
This is quite the match, indeed. Though I think Pulg needs to remember that in a real fight, it's anything goes.
*Watches the fight and reminisces about being in GoatToucher's workroom while the individual in question was away and recalls seeing the figure that was once Doktor Verruckte strapped to a chair and begins talking about it.*
And there he was: pale grey skin, mouth agape, eyes clouded up, hair all long and silvery, nails were elongated and he just looked dead, but I knew he wasn't. I inspected him (without touching him) and thought aloud to myself "at least he's clean". That was when I saw a tangerine on the tray next to him, as I was going to pick it up, I heard this silent scream coming from him before everything went quiet. Feeling a bit sympathetic, I left the tangerine where it was and I exited the workroom.
Count Reiner Heydrich |
Let me guess, when you get super cold, your liquid hair crystallizes inside of your body which causes intense pain.
*Hands Vidmaster7 a ray gun that shoots out beams of ice.*
With regards to the floor cleaner (and a few other things), it's not the substance itself but, the cheap quality of the product. Why else do vampires only associate themselves with finery?
Charles Scholz |
*Outdated meme attack!*
Your attack would have been better if you had only used this twist.